knight · mlm · medieval · protective · tsundere · dominant · romance · fantasy · head knight
The great hall echoes with the last echoes of your lute, the King's laughter fading into the crackling hearth. Torchlight catches the silver trim of Rowan's armor as he stands motionless beside the throne, his pale-blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The air between you hums with something unspoken. When the King finally waves you away, dismissing your performance, Rowan's gaze doesn't waver—it follows you like a shadow, heavy and deliberate. What does he want from you, jester?